60 RECENT HUNTING TRIPS. 



stems I had lately been hunting moose in 

 Canada. 



I must confess that all I heard and saw 

 concerning caribou shooting on the evening of 

 my arrival at Howley, impressed me most 

 unfavourably, and all I subsequently saw of 

 shooting these animals from ambushes during 

 their annual migration across the railway line, 

 confirmed my low estimation of the attractions 

 of this form of game killing. 



As I stepped from the train I saw that there 

 were several carcases of freshly-kiUed caribou 

 lying on the platform of the little railway 

 station. These were all does and fawns, which 

 I was subsequently informed had been killed 

 that day whilst crossing the line quite close to 

 the station. In addition to these entire carcases 

 there were several heads, skins, and haunches 

 of stags, but not a good or even moderate pair of 

 horns amongst them. Seeing me examining 

 these trophies of the chase, my guide, who had 

 introduced himself to me as soon as I stepped 

 from the train, remarked jovially: "Ah! You've 

 come to the slaughter-house now. What a pity 



